Herdsmen and Farmers

Marauding herdsmen, simple in disposition, but yet sophisticatedly armed straddling an AK47 as the rod of a stockman. The simple farmers, genial in disposition garnished with infectious courtesies straddling simple tools. It's a fight to the slaughter not of cows so sacred but Of grazing rights and farmlands Of pastures and food crops Of the North and the South. The sacredness of the herdsmen and cattle. The lowliness of the farmlands, life at its lowest ebb. Impunity!, impunity!! where the rule of law reigns supreme. The herdsman as sacred as Buddha. But the farmer as droppings on a dunghill; to be trampled upon. Blood and dust a mix with derision. Blue blood runs in the herdsman's veins The herdsmen reign supreme in Nigeria.